Speedway

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
I hope you're having even half as much fun as Racer is right now.
I read this in my e-mail on my phone, but it's lousy for trying to post on here, so I waited.

I wanted to be a part of the fun in so many ways.

Enjoy yours.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory and fellow enthusiasts -
This is a Musical that is coming to the Ford Theater this coming September 2nd thru October 6th, 2016 then on up to Toronto for a run from November 15th thru January 1, 2017 enroute to the Great White Way.

We were fortunate enough to see it in San Diego at its penultimate performance there.
It is fantastic.

http://www.broadway.com/buzz/183845...rom-away-will-bow-on-broadway-in-spring-2017/

If you can fit it into your schedule, I hope you do. You won't regret it.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Fifty-Nine - Smooth Shifting


Vicki was right when she said B. J. and I were more into each other than into her and I now feel that is probably true about all threesomes. They sound interesting and exciting but in fact, based on my sessions with Vicki and B. J. and with Euie and Mac, that's not so much the case at all. With Euie and Mac it would be fair to say I felt like a warm-blooded dildo being used by two guys intent on getting each other off.

Yes, I fucked them both; but whenever I'd get a nice rhythm going one of them would break it up. Like I was fucking Mac and he was really grooving on it when Euie said, “Racer, can you bend upright more. I want to suck his dick.” So I changed position and lost my timing, my friction, and almost my erection. Then when I was fucking Euie, he and Mac were making out frantically and shoving me away. After they both came, They lay in each others arms, kissing and cuddling. I eventually decided a shower was probably a good idea and eased my way out of the bed. I don't think they even noticed. I will say when I came back from the shower they double teamed me giving me a nice blowjob; but it was messy and the easiest thing to do was step back into the shower.

They didn't shower. They lay there wrapped up in each other all sticky and smelly and were still kissing when I got back the second time.

“You two like each other,” I said, almost echoing Vicki's observation of a couple years ago.

“Well, yeah, I guess; we work together all the time,” Mac said.

“No, I mean you REALLY like each other.”

“The L word? You mean LOVE?” Euie wanted to know, not ready to believe it.

I just smiled and continued dressing while they went back to kissing and murmuring things like “Love?” and “Really?” and “Maybe” and “I want to fuck you.” That was Mac saying it. Euie laughed and asked me, “If you're going out, Racer, is it ok if we stay a while?”

“The sheets need changing anyway,” was my assent. I grabbed up my phone and keys and took a slug of OJ before leaving. I was going to ask the two of them to lock up the place when they left but their conversation stopped me at the door of the bedroom.

“Do I feel as good in you as Racer does?”

“You feel awesome,” Euie answered, which I took as a no and tried not to laugh. Mac was no midget, but he wasn't remarkable in either length or girth. Still, love can make up for the lack of a couple of inches.

The advantage of early evening sex was the stores would still open for at least another hour and a half. For lack of anything better to do, I decided to go take a look at the strip mall I had a financial interest in. It was on the outskirts of Manassas and easy to find. I was there in twenty minutes and impressed immediately. Not by the looks of the place, of course; a strip mall is a strip mall and they all look pretty much the same. This one was nicely busy, however. The parking lot was more than half full and the stores were unusual, a cheese and wine shop that looked upscale. I say upscale because I had never heard of either the cheeses or wines on their sale notice. Next was one of those card and gift shops. It also looked like something I couldn't afford even if Tommy Lynn is telling me to spend some money. And then there was a weird place. I couldn't tell what it was. It was some clothes, but not many, kind of thrown around on a bunch of furniture. I looked at the door; the name was “Yes, Virginia ...” I went it and looked at a nice hoodie with JMU on it.

“Hey, can I help you?” a young man asked.

“Hey back. This looks like my size, but I can't find a price tag. How much is it?”

“It's mine, actually; and it's not for sale. We're a furniture store. The chair it's sitting on is for sale and it's three hundred fifty; three hundred, if you buy two or more.”

“Oh, wow, I thought ...”

“I told my wife – this was her idea – that the clothes would confuse people. She said, 'Only once,' and threw half my stuff around the place to decorate it. 'Going for a casual dorm look' she said.”

“She's a born salesman. It got me in the door and I'd never look in a furniture store.”

“She's a doctor actually. Except she's bored with medicine. I'm Will Perry, by the way.”

“Racer Tyree,” I answered and we fist-bumped. “And the two of you run the store?”

“Will, WHEN is my table going to be ready?” a shrill voice demanded from the front door. I knew that voice. “Racer, we keep meeting in furniture stores!” Renée said.

“But we haven't danced in a while, Renée,” I replied, hoping I sounded gallant. Will's eyes got wider.

“That's because I thought you preferred Luna,” she volleyed back with a laugh.

“Mrs. La Gerbille, the table will be ready next week for sure. I saw it this morning and they were putting on the third coat of lacquer. It looks amazing, by the way.”

“Of course it does. I designed it. Did you little boys know the bar at the end of the mall has music three nights a week? I'm sure Mrs. Sarah Felsen Perry could spare you both for a moment or two. I was planning to meet Luna for a drink – just ONE, mind you ...”

“Oh, we're not friends, Mrs. La Gerbille, and Sarah ...”

“Of course you are … or you will be. Let's go. We'll just stop in for a sec!”

One store closure and three drinks later Luna and I returned to our table from the dance floor and joined Renée and Will. “WOOO!” Luna sighed. “A tango is always so much fun!”

“Is that what it was?” I joked. I guess a tango is when the girl keeps shoving her leg between her partner's legs. Checking him by hand for a hard on is probably a Luna-invented dance option. I relaxed when the two ladies went to refresh their lipstick.

“Will, how come you aren't dancing?” I asked him.

“Well, I'm married and uh ...” he was struggling for words and then slurring them. “Uh, Luna and I have a history and Renée has a daughter ...”

“Vicki. I know her.”

“You fucked her, TOO?”

“A friend and I went to a party at her house ...” I started to explain.

“She loves threesomes. My mistake was telling my wife about it. Now Sarah ...” He decided not to finish his statement. “You know the impulse to tell a wife EVERYTHING? Resist it, Racer. Total mistake.” He tossed down his fourth John Daly, a drink I'd never heard of before.

“What is that?” I asked when he ordered another.

“It's a lot of vodka and sweet tea and I don't know what else. You know, Luna and Renée are probably coming up with some way to get laid tonight. You up for that?”

“Well, uh … maybe.”

“Good. You take Luna, ok? Sarah will be a whole lot less pissed if I fuck Renée, 'cause she thinks I have a little thing for Luna. Which is not true. Never true. AT ALL. I have a BIG thing for Luna.” He grabbed his crotch and laughed.

The ladies came back to the table. Renée sat next to me and then leaned even closer. “I hear from Luna you have a BIG dick. It's always the cute, innocent-looking ones that wield the baseball bats. Right, my little Racer?”

“If my dick is what you say it is shouldn't I be called BIG Racer?”

“By little I meant young and sweet-tempered and you are all of that.” She groped me under the table, checking for size, I guess. “Luna!!!!” She made a kind of strangling noise.

“I TOLD you!”

“And he's already ...”

Luna interrupted. “I told you THAT, too. The Eveready Bunny is could take lessons from Racer.”

“Dude!” Will roused himself from contemplating his glass. “Take your pick!” He glanced from one side to the other.

“Now, Willis,” Luna cautioned. “We're not up to quite what you think, although I admit you have your REASONS to think it. We are merely looking for a somewhat priapic mascot for the Labor Day Cotillion. Which leaves YOU out since you got married. And Racer, if you notice anything, is better … qualified than you.”

“Yes, sweet thing,” Renée said to me. “Could you possibly accept an invitation to a dance? The Saturday before Labor Day? All you have to do is ride around in a convertible. With a charming date. And look fetching.”

“Well, I might be ...”

“OH, I just KNEW we could count on you!” The two women rose together. “And now we must DASH ...”

“Before he changes his mind,” Will inserted. “You know what your costume will be, don't you?”

“Costume?”

“Just a TINY detail, darlin'. Don't BOTHER your HEAD about it. You live in the same place as always? We'll be in touch.” Renée laughed and left.

“Don't worry,” Will said. “You get to wear a mask. Which is bigger than the costume. Would you mind driving me home? I think I've had a dozen too many of these.” He drained his latest John Daly.

It turned out he lived right next door, as measured by a couple of acres, from Tommy Lynn. As we passed Tommy Lynn's drive I realized the amazing facial resemblance. “Do you know Tommy Lynn?” I asked.

“He's my father, I think. More or less. Unofficially, or something. Don't worry. I'll explain if we ever go out drinking again. Turn in here. No, not the big house. I'm living in the barn.”

A very pregnant woman asked me to help get Will inside. Between the two of us we maneuvered him into a bedroom and dumped him on the bed. The woman pulled his boots off before he spoke up.

“Racer, this is my wife Sarah. And somewhere down the hall are a couple of kids she claims are mine. And maybe they are. They look a lot like me.”

“Pay no attention to him,” Sarah said in a grating Yankee accent as she pulled off his socks and shirt.

“Sorry you didn't get laid, Racer. Maybe Sarah can help you out there.” The words were slurred by drink but there was a nastiness to his tone.

“Fuck you,” Sarah said and walked out.

“Help me up?” Will requested. I got him to his feet which let him unzip and shed his pants. “Thanks.” He fell back onto the bed. I threw a light blanket over him, which he pulled up to his chin. I believe he was asleep three seconds later.

“He's out cold,” I said to Sarah. She snorted and walked me to the door.

“Thanks for bringing him home.” She tried for the semblance of gratitude, but missed. I don't think she was pleased at all.

I drove home carefully, not wanting to attract any attention that might involve a breathalyzer. I wasn't drunk to the point of not being able to drive, but the tolerance is so low these days there was no point testing the system. I pulled in next to a truck I didn't recognize and walked to my door.

“Racer?” As I got to the porch a body stood up in the shadows. He stepped into the light.

“Latham?”

“I tried to call but I don't think I have your number right. I'm hoping you were serious about me checking out schools.” He suddenly grinned. “Have you been drinking?”

“Uh … a few ...”

“Listen if this is any trouble, I can go somewhere. I should have called, I know.”

“No trouble at all. Come on in. Stay.” I unlocked the door and we entered.

A voice called from the bedroom, “Racer, that you? Euie and I are still fuckin' if that's ok.”

Latham's eyes got wide. I couldn't guess what he was going to do. Run? Instead he laughed. “I guess I'm in for it.”

Mac opened the bedroom door. He was naked. “Oops. Hey there,” he nodded to Latham. He closed the door.

“That was Mac,” I explained.

“I guess Euie isn't walkin' so good,” Latham commented calmly. “That's a BIG piece of tackle on Mac.”

“You haven't seen Racer's,” Mac called from behind the door.

I felt myself blush, but Latham laughed again. “There ain't NOTHIN' like this where I'm from.”

 

[Autolycus]

That was another excellent chapter - next one will be Chapter Sixty and bound to be a good one

 

[rocabar]

Nice to see you back. . . And the chapter is great!

P/S- how do you pick your chapter titles?

 

[Kyanimal]

Welcum back Rory!

And, thank you for returning us to the Genteel South. Awesome!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[bigcannon]

Great one, Rory. Nice to see some of the old characters pop up. I always thought Willis needed a good one from his buddy before. Maybe Racer will finally give him one. Keep the chapters coming. We all love them.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
More Old Home Week in Genteel Virginnie.

I'm loving it. Racer needs a bigger place so he can butt up a pair of kings in his bedroom and really let the games begin.

 

[Rickrock]

Great chapter. Familiar names are a nice touch.

 

[Craiger]

Welcome back, Rory. How nice to see Will and Sarah again. Also Renee and Luna. The old gang is slowly closing ranks. More excitement yet to come with Latham showing.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

how do you pick your chapter titles?

They are some combination of what's going on in the story and Racer's occupation; some are more apt than others.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Sixty – Good Cornering


“Nothing at all like where I'm from,” Latham repeated, shaking his head at Euie and Mac.

“Hey, y'all, we're going out to eat. Be gone when we get back,” I called to the two in my bedroom.

“Where are we going?” Latham asked as we walked out of the parking lot.

“There's a bunch of places in town; we'll see what looks good to you.”

“”I don't need nothing special. Here! This Subway is good.” Before I could stop him, he opened the door and stood looking at the menu.

“Gentlemen!” Jared addressed us. “Oh, it's you, Racer. What'll it be?”

“I'd like a Spicy Italian, please.”

“Wouldn't we all,” Jared commented. “I can be Italian if you want.” I figured Latham would be shocked but I was wrong.

“Red hair?” he questioned.

“Some Italians have red hair,” Jared stated, while pushing a few red hairs off his forehead. “Don't they? A couple of them? Maybe?”

Latham laughed good naturedly enough that I wondered if he was flirting. “And a large sweet tea, please. And I'm paying for whatever Racer wants.”

“Nice work, Racer!” Jared said to me. “I never saw B. J. pay for a thing.”

“B. J. was a little close with his money,” I admitted.

“Who's B. J.?” Latham asked.

“This washed-up football jock who used to chase Racer around,” Jared said.

“My ex-boyfriend,” I clarified.

“Ugly, too ...” Jared almost whispered while eyeing Latham.

“I'll have the same please,” I ordered, trying to get things back on the subject of food. Jared went to work making the sandwiches while trying to catch Latham's eye now and then. He handed us our food an whispered to me, “He's a nice one, Racer.”

“He's not what you think. We work together. That's all.”

“Awesome. Are you a driver, too?” Jared came out from behind the counter and made to sit down with us, but a bunch of teenagers came in the door. “Shit,” he muttered and went to wait on them.

“Was he your boyfriend, too?” Latham asked.

“No, not even close,” I answered, which was very close to true. Jared wasn't my boyfriend; but he thought he was, kind of, and could have been, sort of, but he wasn't – and that was true.

We ate while the teenagers drove Jared crazy, ordering, changing their orders, complaining that the meat portion wasn't big enough, the peppers weren't hot enough, the ketchup was watery, asking for discounts for being good customers.

“You're terrible customers,” Jared told them.

“If that's what you think, fuck you!” the leader of the pack said, leaving the store. The other five followed, leaving Jared with three half-made sandwiches.

“Glad I didn't slice all the bread first,” he whined. I left him a tip which cheered him up a little. “Y'all leaving? I was gonna ask if you'd seen D. J. Have you, Racer?”

“Not since that time you know about.” I hoped Jared would leave that rock unturned and he did.

“D.J.?” Latham questioned when we were on the street.

“B. J.'s brother; Jared's boyfriend,” I explained, which made Latham shake his head and smile. He didn't ask any more, which was a good thing, because I'd be looking a little slutty if he kept pulling on that thread. We walked around Warrenton and I showed him a few useful places for food and stuff and then we walked back to the apartment.

“You call this a little town,” he commented, “but it's got heaps more than where I'm from. You have TWO dry cleaners!” His smile said he meant it to be funny.

“Yes, all the important things, right?”

“Speakin' of … can we stop here?” He pointed at a drug store. We entered. I introduced him to Vince and waited while he shopped in the toothpaste-and-stuff aisle. “Ok, all done.”

We walked back top the apartment. I pointed out a two drawer chest where he could put his stuff and said goodnight. I did bathroom stuff and had just settled into bed with “War and Peace” when Latham walked in. And he was wearing that tight pair of hot blue underwear.

“Which side should I sleep on?” he asked. He had a condom in his hand.

“You, my friend ...” I quickly wrapped myself in a towel. “... are sleeping here.” I walked him out to the sofa and demonstrated how it folded out into a bed. “See!” I gestured to the open sofa and my towel fell off. I grabbed it off the floor and rewrapped it around my waist.

“But I thought … I mean … I'll sleep with you … if you want.”

“I don't want. That wasn't part of the deal. You're here to go to school, not to ...” I left the rest unsaid.

His huge grin showed me how relieved he was. “I was gonna have to do it with Todd, you know … and you're way nicer than Todd. I figured ...”

“Not part of the deal,” I reiterated. “You sleep here. You study over at the college. And we go back to work at the end of the week, remember?” The towel fell off again. “I'm not TRYING to make this happen,” I emphasized as I grabbed the towel off the floor again.

“Why are you doing this? Letting me stay?” he asked.

“People helped me when I needed it. Now it's my turn.”

I got back into bed and picked up my book again. I listened to Latham putting the sheets onto the sofa and then everything was quiet. Back to my daring Russians, I thought, as I looked for my place, still in chapter one.

“Racer?” I heard, and answered yes. “Thanks,” he said in a voice that reminded me how young he was.

The next morning Latham was up before I was, fully dressed, and ready for his first day of school. I wished him good luck and watched him leave with warm feelings. He made me feel good about myself; I was happy I could help him. B. J. would have been in tears over it I thought and then laughed. The memory of B. J. was a comfortable thought for a change, not a painful one.

I started walking to my bedroom and noticed Latham's stuff, as little as it seemed, was more than would fit into the couple of drawers available for stowage. I should get him a better chest of drawers, I thought, and maybe a desk. Something he could use to study. And a lamp! There wasn't a really good reading lamp in the whole place except in the bedroom, and I was keeping Latham out of there!

Why, exactly? I wondered why I instinctively and immediately said no to his offer. I mean I didn't even consider it as hot as he looked in that God-damned blue underwear. It made his hips look slim and his body tight, and his cock … well, it showed he didn't get cheated in the cock department. Small wonder Todd Hinckley lusted after him. And, for a West Virginia boy, he had nice teeth when he smiled, which wasn't often enough.

Ok, so, furniture … Without thinking too much about it I drove back to “my” strip mall and entered Will's store. “Hiya,” a woman said. I expected her to be chewing gum, but she wasn't. The pop of gum would have fitted in after the “hiya” just right. “What can I do you for?”

“Is Will here?” I asked walking closer.

“Oh, right, you're the guy who got him drunk last night.” At close range I recognized her as Will's wife.

“Yes. Sarah, right? I didn't actually get him drunk; I just drove him home.”

“Dude,” Will said in partial recognition,as he emerged from a back room. “Do I owe you money or something?”

“Um, no. I came to ask about buying a desk and a chest of drawers. Do you do have that kind of furniture?”

“No, but we can make it! To order! Anything you want!” Sarah brightened considerably, but Will didn't.

“Dude,” he began.

“Racer,” I suggested.

“Right … Racer … Uh, we're kind of high-end. Is that what you're looking for?”

“Collectible! That's what we call it,” Sarah said, glaring at Will for undermining a possible sale. “In a hundred years our pieces will be good as new and valued as the masterpieces they are. You can't lose money on Mike Pierce's products.” She took a deep breath, emphasizing her breasts, and toyed with the top button on her blouse.

“Sarah, he ...”

“Quit trying to talk me out of it,” I told Will lightly.

“So why do they call you Racer?” Sarah asked.

“I'm a NASCAR driver.” Not quite true, but totally appropriate.

“A what?” Sarah asked.

“It means he can afford the furniture,” Will explained. I think he would have smiled, but obviously his head hurt.

“A desk and a chest of drawers you said. How big a room are we talking?” Sarah enthused.

“Not big. It's a small apartment and I need to make room for a student.”

“What about that thing we did for the Priory School? You think that would work?” Will was asking Sarah, not me. I'd never heard of the Priory School.

“Hmm,” Sarah mulled. “Kind of monastic.”

“DUH! Priory IS a monastery!” Will rolled his eyes and then grimaced from the pain of the effort. I couldn't tell if it was the comment or the show of pain that earned him the glare from his wife. He turned to me. “The piece is a chest of drawers on one side, a desk in the middle, and a set of bookshelves on the other side. It's fairly compact.” He held his hands out their full width demonstrating.

“I have that much room. Do you have a picture of it?”

“Racer, it's fifteen hundred dollars.” Will kind of expected me to run out the door.

“Sure. Do you have a picture?”

“We have a real one at the factory. It's about fifty miles from here,” Will said.

“Well … I'll leave you boys to it. So nice seeing you again, Racer, under better circumstances this time,” Sarah said as she excused herself with a final scowl at Will.

“Lemme take a couple more aspirin and we can go to the factory. She's pissed because she had to drive me to get my truck this morning. She'll get over it.” Will sounded as if getting over it was a common event in Sarah's mornings.

He drove - faster than I would have – and we got to the factory in short order. It turned out Vince worked there. I knew he had another job, and now I knew where. “Otis did the polishing on this one,” Vince commented and stroked the smooth oak fondly.

“I'll take it. Can we carry it back?”

“My truck isn't set up for deliveries, but we can deliver tomorrow, if that's ok.”

Deal done we left and the aspirins seemed to have done their work. Will looked and sounded better. We talked a little about furniture and then he paused. “What do you think of Sarah?” he asked pointedly.

“Uh, uh ...”

“Exactly! That's it in a nutshell! UH! UH! I knew she was a lesbian when I married her and I thought so what, she loves me, and the sex is great, and what could go wrong? Right? I mean isn't that reasonable?” I was going to say no, but he didn't give me a chance. “But then we had a couple of kids and those tits ain't so perky any more and she's all about selling furniture and then she started fooling around … with this fat pig farmer … a chick, I think, it's hard to tell. She shaves more than I do. The pig farmer, that is. So that's why I drink. Ok? I don't know what else to do.” He looked at me and I'm not sure what expression was on my face. “I'm sorry,” he added quickly. “I shouldn't have dumped my exciting modern life onto you.” He reached into the glove box and pulled out a handsome silver flask. He took a healthy swig from it. “Want some?”

I took a small sip to be social and Will took another generous pull before putting the flask back in its hiding place.

“Life used to be so simple when I was a kid. Lived in a big house. School was easy. I had a best friend who worshipped me. We did boy stuff. All fun. All good times. Got interested in girls. Fooled around a little. Easy days ...” He paused and looked longingly at a state road sign. “You mind a little detour?” He turned onto the state road and drove until he came to a path off the road. Next to it was a for sale sign. He turned onto the path.

“This leads to Goose Creek. We used to go swimming there. Roy and me. You mind? It's a hot day, right?” He was out of the truck and out of his clothes showing only slight effects of his drinking. “Come on ...” he invited.

It's not like I'm old. Twenty-one isn't old. But skinny dipping? In the middle of a week day? Adult sensibilities tugged me in one direction but the sight of Will jumping bare-assed off a little hill into the creek sure looked like fun. His whoop of pleasure convinced me.

Not normally reckless, I paused on the top of the hill to survey the water. Was it deep enough? Just how many snapping turtles were waiting to take a bite? Was the water cold? “Just do it!” Will called.

The water was cold. My balls were fighting to tuck back into my body. “WHEW!” I gasped.

“I KNOW!” Will shouted back in total delight. “Really wakes you up, huh?” We paddled around, took a few more jumps, and then got out. “Lemme get that flask. Something to warm us up.” I stood in the sun while Will got the flask and took a drink. He walked back toward me with a horse blanket out of the truck. We spread the plaid blanket and lay down in the sun. A sip of whatever was in the flask and the smell of horses seemed to fit perfectly with the surroundings.

After a silence, Will asked, “What am I going to do with a lesbian wife? I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, huh?”

“I'm gay. I have a few ideas.”

“You're GAY?” He sounded more surprised than disapproving. After a bit he added, “My friend Roy was gay … is gay.”

We relaxed in the sun and the silence; and then that unknown sense, the sense that tells you somebody is watching you, made me uncomfortable. I made a visor of sorts with my hand to avoid the glare of the sun and looked up. Will was lying on his side looking at me. I focused. He took another swig from the flask and stared at my dick.

His voice strained. “Ok if I suck your cock?”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
I guess this will be what helps Racer stay away from Latham in "that" way, lol.

Old home week continues - a fun read.

 

[arogersb]

Willis escaped being inducted into gay sex by Mike - much to my disappointment at the time - but maybe Racer will do the honors? I'd never have thought we'd return to him after all this time.

I don't say it often enough but thank you Rory for a delightful read, as always.

 

[rocabar]

Nice addition to the cannon. . . Thanks, Rory!

 

[Kyanimal]

Whoa! Not sure about all this. And, I think Racer might be a bit uncomfortable, too. "Things" are certainly getting more complicated than they were before.

I've got to give Racer a LOT of credit for the way he's handling, or, rather, Not "handling", Latham. Talk about "low hanging fruit" just there for the taking! It's heartening there are more important considerations taking root there.

Skinny dipping with Will? Hey! Skinny dipping, whenever, and wherever, possible, is truly a thing of Joy to revel in at any possible time!

I'm pretty sure I know where Will is hoping this will go. Don't know if Racer is all that interested.

Definitely looking forward to finding out where this might be headed, or not!

Thank You! for continuing this story, Rory!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Hey,
It pretty much had to come to this for Will - Sarah is Sarah, after all. And, considering all the other connections it just flows somewhat naturally.

 

[Craiger]

Lordy! Sarah with a pig farmer? Will with a lesbian wife and two kids. What a picture... It is nice, however, having the old gang coming around again. For a while it was just Renee and Luna, but then again, it's a small world. Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[bigcannon]

Great to have some of the old gang back as Craiger said. Gees, when did Will become interested in guys? As much as he loved his friend Roy before, he only let Roy give me a blowjob one time if I remember right. I always thought those two needed to get together, but Will was always chasing skirts. Interesting twist. Racer brings out the best in people. Great chapter as always, Rory.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Sixty-One



“You weren't bad, Will. Pouring whiskey on my dick was interesting.” That's what I told him when we were done.

Getting done was a longer story. After his first tentative lick and nearly gagging, Will had quickly reached for the flask and poured a stream of whatever was in it on my cock. It felt real cool – like rubbing alcohol the nurse rubs on before you get a shot – until he followed up with his mouth. Cool turned to hot. I guess the booze did the trick for him. He was all over me, licking and sucking and adding more booze now and then. He worked on my cock some but spent more time playing with my balls, touching, tugging, licking, and sucking. It felt great. He slowly stroked my shaft and got me close. I warned him I was about to come and he took my cock in his mouth just in time. He gagged a little but took it all. He swallowed and then took a swig from the flask followed by a satisfied “Ahhh!”

“Balls are amazing, you know? One minute they're hanging all relaxed and the next they're pulled up tight. Soft and pliable skin and suddenly it's all ridges like corduroy. You didn't have to tell me you were gonna come. I could tell from your balls.” He was slowly stroking himself.

“Your turn,” I said and gave him my best blow job, paying more attention than usual to his balls, which he appreciated. He came very quickly, thrusting his cock into my throat and groaning as I swallowed. Then he told me he thought he got the better blow job. Maybe, but he really wasn't bad at all and I told him so.

“I did what Sarah does to me.” He chuckled and added, “I wanted to try it. Roy, the kid I told you about. He gave me a blow job once. I should have reciprocated, but I didn't. Now that I know it isn't so bad, I'm really sorry I didn't. I tried, I sucked a little, but ...”

“Call him. Make an offer,” I said. “It's not too late.”

“Dude! I'm not QUEER.” He considered his words. “Even though I just sucked you off … I'm not really queer. I just … needed to try it. 'Cause Sarah is messing with that pig farmer and stuff. I needed to know if I can do it. And I guess I can. Maybe topping you off with Jagermeister would be even better.”

“I think everybody is queer,” I told him. He demanded I explain myself. “Well, how many guys jack off?”

He shrugged. “All of them, I guess.”

“And what is jacking off, exactly. It's a man coming because of the actions of a man.”

“Wait! The man is ME.”

“But it's still a man's action making you come. Substituting a different man - that's just a more advanced technique.”

He drained the flask and sighed. “Well, I never heard it THAT way before.” He tipped the empty flask to his lips again for the last drops and said, “There's more in the truck. Should we get rinsed off?”

We jumped back in the creek and out again almost as quickly. It seemed colder this time. Dressed and walking back to the truck, he said, “I'm not saying I'm queer, Racer; but I'm not saying I'm sorry about today either.”

He started up the truck and turned it around. Before pulling onto the main road, he took a swig from a bottle labeled Whistle Pig. He swished the whiskey around in his mouth and spat out the window. He offered me the bottle. “Hard getting the taste of cum out of your mouth, you know?” I laughed my ass off. “What's so funny?”

“My old boy friend said the exact same thing once.” I took the bottle and enjoyed the amazing taste of the liquor. “This is good stuff.”

“Made in Vermont. Best Yankee invention ever. Who is your old boy friend?”

“B. J. Carteret, but don't say anything, ok? He's not one to advertise.”

“B. J.? That guy on the Redskins show? He's about to marry his WAY pregnant girl friend I thought. That's what they said on the show. About getting married, I mean. They kind of glossed over her size.”

“Same guy.”

“No shit … so he's straight? I mean, STRAIGHT straight or bent a little???” Will's voice kept going higher and higher with disbelief.

“Or something. You'd have to ask him.”

“Kinda like me, maybe. I had to try it. I just had to. I work around all these gay guys, who seem perfectly normal ... except for fuckin' each other all the time. And my wife is … Well, she's a fuckin' trip, I tell you. Great fuck when she puts her mind to it. She just doesn't have time for that much any more. What with the kids and that pig farmer. So now … the next time she compares me to the pig farmer, I can compare her to you. Ok? I won't use your name. I'll just call you a hot guy. Ok?”

“How did I compare to Roy?” He gave me a stricken look and sipped on the Whistle Pig.

For the rest of the trip we passed the bottle back and forth commenting on a two-guys sports show coming from the radio. Will showed no signs of being drunk; but I felt light-headed and crashed on my bed when I got home. As I hit the sheets I recalled that my truck was back at Will's store. The next thing I knew it was morning. I hadn't even heard Latham come in; but I heard him bustling around when I woke. I went to the kitchen to get something wet.

“Did you sleep in your clothes?” Latham asked, looking all fresh and scrubbed and ready for school.

“Mmmm,” I grumbled. “I sure don't feel like driving to South Carolina tomorrow. Are you gonna take your truck or do you want to ride with me.”

“Hah!” Lathan laughed. “Us peons don't need to be there until next week. Just you drivers. I'll go home and then drive down in a few days.”

“Does that bust up school? Going home?”

“Yeah, but ...”

“Then stay here. Every day you go is a day closer to graduation.”

“Well, not really. My advisor says I can do work online and stuff, but I'll miss the seminars. And based on one day's attendance, I'd say I'm gonna need those seminars for English and Civic Studies.”

“So stay here … go to school.” I drank down two aspirin and some orange juice.

“But it's your place and you barely know me ...”

“I know you well enough. What? You're gonna steal everything?” I swept my arm around counting up my worldly goods. “There's nothing to steal!”

“Your truck wax?” Latham suggested. Ok, that Zymol Titanium stuff was a hundred dollars a gallon; but I swear it's worth it. Just the smell is better than anything else out there. Anyone who truly loves his truck will tell you. Well, if Latham wants to scam my truck wax, that's ok.

“I trust you,” I said, handing him a spare key.

“Awesome,” he said. “Where do you stash your porn collection?”

“I don't have one! Honest!” It took me a few seconds to realize he was joking.

“See you tonight?” he asked as he left for school.

I decided retrieving my truck from the parking lot of Will's store took priority over breakfast. One more OJ and a quick Uber ride to the strip mall got my truck back. Every now and then I'm glad that old Warrenton has a lot of upscale people from Washington around. No Washington people, no Uber.

Back home I had a couple pieces of toast and read all the fine print on the label of the Zymol bottle. There really is something about that truck wax. I swear the smell is good for hangovers. I didn't have much of a one; it was more kinks from sleeping in my clothes. Still waxing the truck seemed like a great idea. I stripped off yesterdays clothes and enjoyed the feel of a little breeze in the bedroom on my skin. The memory of Will's blow job came back and despite his modest skill I started getting a stiffy thinking of it. I guess I liked his dedication, rather than his actual performance. I pulled on my new shorts and didn't worry abount my appearance. The shorts were dark colored and you couldn't tell much about my dick at all unless you stood really close.

It was almost midday; the sun was nicely warm without being hot yet, and it felt good to be working hard. Good honest sweat. Plus, I have to say the truck looked like new, except it wasn't. It was that age where it didn't look retro cool and it didn't look new cool. It looked like a guy in superficially good shape who might be thirty or fifty, you couldn't be too sure without some up close and personal experience which could turn into a riskier proposition than you wanted. In other words, the truck was looking a little dowdy, sort of like Tommy Lynn. Which made me think about George. How real were his feelings for Tommy Lynn? Did Tommy Lynn care what George felt? Were they still having sex a lot? If so, Tommy Lynn was getting the good end of that deal because George was a hot fuck and Tommy was more like a …

HONK!!!!

“FUCK!!!” I about jumped into the bed of the truck.

“Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to crash your karma.” It was Vince driving a step van. “Will and I are delivering your desk unit.” Vince hopped out of the truck and raised the read door. “Liked your old shorts better,” he commented.

He and Will wrestled the desk unit up the stairs onto the porch when Vince's phone buzzed. After a brief discussion with Will, he got back into the truck and left.

“If you hold the door, I can get this thing inside,” Will proposed.

He couldn't. It took the two of us and even then it wasn't easy. We had to use the front window to move from the front to the back of the unit, pushing one way, pulling the other.

“I told Sarah we should have delivered it in three pieces, but she said that was unprofessional.” Will gasped from the exertion “ 'It'll look like Ikea,' she said. Can't have it lookin' like Ikea,” he muttered. We got it through the door. He grinned at me. “You might want to pay Ikea prices.” He looked around the small room. “Where do you want it?”

“In the back, against that wall,” I said.

“It's facing the wrong way. We'll have to turn it.” I could tell he was doing his best to be patient. He took his shirt off and used it to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“You're soakin' wet. Want some water first?”

“Naw. Let's git 'er done,” he said in an exaggerated hillbilly accent. And we did, using the kitchen to turn into and then back out of to reverse the way the unit faced before maneuvering it to its final location. Once it was in place he opened a drawer and pulled out an oily rag. “It's a polishing cloth, not my cum towel.”

“Cum towel?”

“School days. Everybody had one. You know … to clean up after you jack off?”

“Uh … never went to boarding school.” I gave it some thought. “And never jacked off that much. One of my sisters caught me once and I just never did it much after that.”

“I did. That was all there was to do at school.” He rubbed with the grain of the wood. “One more buff job and it's all yours. You know how to take care of wood?”

“Don't set fire to it?” I knew nothing about taking care of wood.

“It dries out a lot in our winters. Get some decent furniture oil and oil it in December and April. Rub it on and then rub a little more. That's about it. It will last forever or at least until you set fire to it.” He smiled at me as he continued to rub. “I had fun yesterday.”

“So did I. Hadn't been skinny dipping in … a long time.”

“I was talking about the sex part. If anybody I know wants to try a blowjob, I'm recommending you to try it with.” He was looking at my cock when he said this. I glanced down at myself and couldn't see the black shorts anything revealing, so I guess it would be more accurate to say he was imagining my cock. “That didn't come out right. I meant it to sound like a compliment, not like a recommendation for a car repair shop.”

“I can do that, too, car repair. I'm best with brakes.”

“You want to fuck me?” Will asked and I guess my jaw hit the floor. “I was thinking what if I call Roy and we get together and all and then he doesn't want a blow job. What if he wants … you know … what if he wants to fuck me? And I don't know how. And I screw it all up. Which is maybe part of the process I guess, but what if I'm a lousy lay?”

“It's the thought that counts, Will.”

“No, it isn't. Not when I'm apologizing for years of being an asshole to him. You want to fuck? You know, show me how?”

“Jeez … I don't know ...”

It should have been an easy decision, but it wasn't. Everything has two sides. First of all, he's married with kids. What if I'm somehow part of busting that up? Although it sounds like it's heading that way without my help. But my momma said you never know what goes on inside of a marriage unless you're part of it. Maybe Sarah isn't muff-diving with the pig farmer? Maybe she just wants to learn about pigs? Maybe it's Will's fault. Impossible to please. Demanding unreasonable things, like daily laundry service. That would be nice, but you have to pay for it. Anyway I don't want to be busting anything up. And yet, I'm really not getting much lovin' lately. Sex here and there, yeah; but I wouldn't mind something other than an occasional glimpse of Latham's underwear. Of course, Will isn't promising anything like love. He just wonders if he can handle being fucked. I wonder if he knows that size really does matter. What if he goes screaming into the street with his ass on fire? Or something ... He's probably tight, maybe real tight! I guess fire isn't the actual danger. He's staring at me. I have to say something.

“First, tell me more about Roy. What's he like? What's he likely to like?” That's not a bad dodge; I'll have to remember that.

“He's just the nicest kid. A little smaller than me, with this sunny smile. He's always in a good mood, always ready for whatever is happening. You wouldn't call him handsome, I guess; but he's nice looking, honest, friendly, no zits ...” Will lapsed into silence.

“But what kind of sex would he like?”

“You know, I'm tempted to say he'd go along with whatever I wanted. He always did. He always let me choose ... what game we were gonna play, what movie we were gonna see, what girl we were gonna date ...”

“You had threesomes? At what age?”

“No,” Will laughed at the idea. “We'd take turns and then compare who got to do what. I don't know if he exaggerated much or not, I know I did, but he was pretty successful with girls. I had no idea he was interested in me. Not for a long time, anyway. You have anything to drink? I'm kinda dry.”

It was only mid afternoon, but I got us some vodka I had in the freezer.

“Whoa!” Will gasped, sucking air into his mouth.

“Nice, huh?” I always liked the icy burn of the first sip. “How did you figure out Roy was interested in you?”

“Well, I was used to him staring, 'cause he more or less hung on everything I did or said. Even when we went swimming, he stare at me. What the hell? I was kinda flattered by the attention even when, you know, we were naked and stuff. It kinda turned me on a little. I got to like showing off for him. We never talked abut it much. Just the random 'lookin' good, dude' now and then. Even one time when he was gettin' a stiffy from looking at porn. 'Lookin' good, dude' I told him and he got all embarrassed. If I said that to you, you'd just laugh and shit, right?”

“I don't know. It would depend ...”

“Well, you do look good, Racer, in those shorts. Anybody can see it, gay or not. I wouldn't have asked you to ...”

“See, that's not good, you noticing what I look like. If we're just trying something out, you shouldn't really care what I look like.”

“What are you saying? That I'm gay?”

“No, not at all. I'm just saying you noticed what I look like. Maybe Roy was just admiring your body, like a statue in a museum.”

“Yeah, maybe, but then there was the cock-sucking incident … We had been drinking ...”

“The way we are drinking?”

“No … Not even … You're making this about ME! Why do you want to make this so hard?” He shifted uncomfortably.

“You getting hard?” I couldn't really tell. His jeans were not revealing any clues.

“A little! What's that got to do with it?”

“We're talking about sex between guys and you're getting hard. It doesn't have to mean anything. Or ...”

He poured more vodka into his glass and drank. Twice. Two big swallows. Without gasping this time. He looked up into my eyes and then turned away. He looked at my shorts and then looked away.

“Am I good looking, like Roy? Or am I hot, like someone you want to have sex with?”

A look of panic came over his face. He drained his glass. He started to say something and then stopped. I waited. He looked up again. He stood and walked over to the new desk. He paused and then dropped his jeans.

His ass was awesome. A little bigger than an athlete's, but not really huge. Soft. I could tell it would feel awesome in my hands. I could almost feel it pressing against my pelvis. He bent forward over the desk and turned his head back to face me.

“Are we gonna fuck or not?”

“Let me get a condom and some lube.” I headed for the bedroom.

“Good idea. I never tried using furniture polish. It would probably smell too much like work.” His joke was followed by, “UUUNNGH!” He was sucking air through his teeth again, like with the vodka. Impressive. And my dick was only in a couple of inches.

I took it real slow after that. Hitting him with the big pain right away was a good plan. It took a while but once he decided it wasn't gonna hurt like that again, he relaxed. Slowly. Very slowly.

“That's a big dick!” he gasped in between deep breaths.

I planned to go easy on him. Just tease him with the head, never go more than half way in, and then jack him off as fast a I could, provided he was still hard. But plans change. He wasn't hard when I first took him in my hand. His cock was wet but totally limp.

“Wait! Wait! I'll come!” He cried and then panted slower when I took my hand away.

I resumed thrusting, slowly, adding a little more cock with every cycle. I squeezed his ass cheeks in my hands. I squeezed hard, taking his mind off the pain in his ass. He groaned. It was a groan that said it hurts, but it doesn't hurt too much.

“Fuck,” he sighed repeatedly. “Fuck ...”

It just felt too good. Pretty soon I was in all the way, banging up against his ass, making it jiggle. I felt my orgasm start to build. I pulled out and he gasped again, in pain this time.

“Put it back in!” Will begged.

“Roll over,” I ordered him. I held his legs up and stuck my dick back in. More air sucking between teeth. “Relax,” I told him. I let his legs dangle and held his cock. He brushed my hand away and held it himself. Defensively? I wasn't sure.

“I'm soakin' wet. Did I come?” he asked in bewilderment.

“No, but you're liking this.”

“I guess.” More bewilderment until I started rhythmically pressing his cock and rubbing his juice around the head while I fucked him. He started getting hard again. He wimpered and grabbed my hand. “I'm gonna come!”

“Go for it,” I told him. I pumped and stroked and watched his face as the waves of orgasm washed over him. I came too, but this one was mostly for Will.

“Fuck ...” he sighed when it was over. I pulled my cock out and he convulsed. “Put it back in! Put it back!” Again he sighed. “God damn.” Another sigh. “I don't know what to say. Am I supposed to kiss you?”

“That's optional,” I told him and again slowly pulled my rapidly deflating cock out. He grunted as I exited.

Post-fuck he started getting cuddly, but I discouraged him. I wanted this over with and I'm not sure why. Will was nice enough and pretty good looking and I have to say he has a fabulous ass; but still I wanted him gone. Neither one of us had much in the way of clothes to put back on, so we dressed quickly. He kissed me right before he left, saying he felt like he should. Sweet man, I think Sarah is missing out on a good one.

“Call Roy,” I told Will as he left and it was just in time. He and Latham passed each other in the parking lot.

“Hey,” Latham said looking cheery. “What did you do today?”

“Oh, nothing much. I got something for you to use.” I pointed out the desk unit.

“Awesome! Wow! Really?” Latham's face lit up

“It's only a desk.”

He grinned again and excused himself for the bathroom. I tried looking at the desk through Latham's eyes and then near panicked. I frantically cleaned up some puddles of leftover cum before he came back. It made me feel kind of sordid.